Posted in Free Verse, September 2019

In the Latter Season of Life

Fall season

In the Fall season of life

It seems the sun wanes,

It’s lost its strength.

It doesn’t cast warm rays as long,

Nor with as great intensity,

As when in its summer season

Of life.

Then it was so bright and strong,

Vibrant, heated, remaining long,

But now it’s lost it’s fervor.

Yet, it still shines.

It still rises.

It still does what it was created to do.

It gives light,

Even though limited.

It doesn’t give up.

It shows up.

Do you?

Free Verse

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Posted in July 2019, Triolet

Created to Fly

Butterfly sitting on a flower

I hear the message “It’s Time”

Yet my butterfly wings won’t fly

I want to soar, be sublime

I hear the message “It’s Time”

I want to rise in my prime

I want to circle the sky

I hear the message “It’s Time”

Yet my butterfly wings won’t fly

Triolet

Butterflies were created to fly but did you know they can’t fly if they are cold?

Butterfly Kinesiology: Keeping Warm and Staying Aloft

https://animals.howstuffworks.com/insects/butterfly2.htm

I can also relate this to myself, in that unless I say close to The Son, abiding in Him to receive the warmth of the Father’s love, I will not be able to stay aloft to reach my full potential and do what I was created for.

Something to think about today as I sit and watch the butterflies flutter about my yard in the summer sun.

Posted in #MayFalls19 Poetry Challenge, Choka, May 2019

World Overview

Man racing with time

Quickly jotted notes

Faceless friends and family

Life passing by

Living in a timeclock

Checking Apple’s watch

Running life’s racetrack

In a zombie world

Filled with roads to nowhere

Lonely souls needing God.

Choka

#MayFalls19 Poetry Challenge-Day 2–Prompt:”quickly jotted notes”

@FallsPoetry on #Instagram

Posted in March 2019, Scripture, Shadorma

Looking for Gumption

Nut tree orchard in winter

I’m fighting

The urge to not care

To give up

Abandon

All the minutes given

Me to use today

Shadorma

O God, thou art my God; early will I seek thee: my soul thirsteth for thee, my flesh longeth for thee in a dry and thirsty land, where no water is; Psalm 63:1